confusion-II----part-1 thur 2-of-2

Confusion- II

Part-1-of-2

Unexpected Housemate

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(If possible, it is better if you read ‘Confusion’ before you read ‘Confusion-II’)

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We’re the Dorsey family, wife Kimberly, a 38-year old with a wonderful husband, Les, and two children, Gloria a 20-year old college student and a 17-year old son named Terry. Kim don’t like to brag but she swam ever day to take care of her body, so she was a very attractive woman. We're talking the slender, tall, hourglass shaped figure, 5-foot 9-inches, 140lbs, long auburn hair, nice make-up, smell good, nice round breasts (C-Cup) and nicely dressed. She was what her son’s friends refer to as a MILF. Technically I don’t suppose that she was really a MILF, because being a MILF usually means the lady is at least 40 and she was only 38. Whether being old is good, bad or indifferent, the MILF label does imply you are older. Being older is part of the whole MILF attraction - it's a "mature woman" thing.

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During spring break, through a series of incidents the 2-teenage girl from next door turned Kim into a sex slave. Then before going back to college the older girl gave her to Terry, her 17-year old son. I suppose good looks run in the family, because like his father, Terry was tall, 6-foot 4-inches, dark black hair, dark eyes, caramel skin, strong cheekbones, and a rugged handsomeness that hinted at danger and masculinity. He was Just pretty enough to catch the little girl’s eye, and manly enough to make you feel all ‘girly’ next to him. His Mom never told him but she thought he was so handsome that if he wasn’t her son she could just eat him up (Little did she know that she eventually would). For a couple of months, besides sharing her with his buddy Jason, Terry threw several parties with his Mom as the part favor. By the time his father found out what was going on she’d sucked off all the football team and 1/3 the senior class. The 14-year old paperboy had even blackmailed her into paying for the paper with blowjobs.

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When his father, Les got back early from my business trip and inadvertently discovered some DVDs of Terry’s sex parties and saw his wife sucking off teenagers, he was devastated. In a daze, he threw the DVDs and his portable DVD player into his briefcase and stumble out the back door to his car. Before he reached his car, he heard what sounded like moans of pain coming from the pool house. When he looked in through the window, there was a very naked Kim, jacking off the paperboy. He was just in time to see the paperboy’s balls explode and spew cum into Kim’s hair and down her face. Even in his dazed state he was impressed by the power of the kid’s orgasm. He must have blown his cum two feet into the air.

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Les was never sure how he got there, but when his head cleared, he found himself in a strange hotel room. The DVDs were like a train wreck, sickening, but he can’t tear his eyes away. At first, seeing his wife being a slut with her own son made him so ill that he had to go into the bathroom and throw up. As he watched thoughts whirled around wildly in his head, he keep telling himself that they had a good marriage or at least he thought that they had. After all he had always been a good provider; Kim had everything that she wanted, clothes, car, big house, swimming pool, and credit cards. Where had he gone wrong? Eventually his brain disconnected and he stopped seeing them as his wife and son, but instead started seeing it as just regular porn. Once he disconnected and ignored that the cast was his family, he realized that these DVDs were hot. Shameful as it was, he found myself with an erection. God help him, he wanted in on the action. Picking up the phone, I dialed Terry’s cell phone number.

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Once he and Terry came to terms about what was going on, they started sharing her.

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Things were going great, for Terry. His father and mother went abroad for the summer with an S & M/ B & D club, leaving him alone for the summer in their big house with a swimming pool. Barbara, the Asian girl from next door, who had given him his Mom as a sex slave, was due home shortly and the two of them planed on throwing wild parties and sex all summer. Then Gloria, his older sister showed up unexpectedly. She planed on graduating early so instead of coming home, she’d planed on summer school this year. At the last minute, her summer class had been cancelled, so she decided to come home and work on her thesis.

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So whether he liked it or not, Terry was now stuck with sharing the house with a prudish older sister.

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Even though Barbara did more than her share of the housework, I still was nervous about the whole thing. Then, just as things settled down, Barbara and Terry had a big fight. After that she was just moping around the house for a couple of days, then she announced that she was going home.

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"I just can't take it any more," she said when I tried to talk to her about it.

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"Oh Barbara, you can’t go, but she was. I was flabbergasted--here I was going to spend the rest of the school year sharing the house with Terry. He said he I knew that I'd have a lot of trouble trying to find an apartment for the summer. He told me that he’d try not to be any bother and he'd try to do better helping with the dishes and stuff. I felt trapped, but after thinking it over I decided it might work.

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There I was, eating supper with Terry every night. Growing up we'd never really close or talk much, so now it was uncomfortably quiet at the supper table. We both started reading while we ate.

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Barbara called one night to talk to me while Terry was there. She wanted to know if I was getting along all right with Terry. I told her everything was OK so far. She wanted to know what he was doing but when I managed to convey that he was right there, she wanted me to make sure he didn't know whom I was talking to. Actually, it was too late for that. Then she told me she didn't mind if ‘I’ took up with him. Since he was my brother I thought that was an odd thing to say. I told her I'd keep that in mind and I'm not sure I kept the irony out of my voice.

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"It was Barbara, right?" I was correct in thinking Terry couldn't fail to figure out who I was talking to.

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"Yes."

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"How is she?"

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"She seemed fine."

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"That's good." And he didn't say any more. I don't know what made me do it, but I didn't let it drop.

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"Do you miss her?"

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"I guess I do sometimes."

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"You should start dating,” I said it.

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"Yes I should," he answered as he sat there looking thoughtful. Then he went on, seemingly talking to himself: "I think I'll play the field for a while."

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The next evening I was peeved when Terry didn't show up, because our arrangement was that I made supper for both of us. I put his in the fridge and got into studying. Then around eight he shows up with a girl. "Who are you?" she demanded, as soon as they walked in. A little rude, but I suppose I would be a little shock under the circumstances.

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"This is my sister, Gloria," offered Terry. She was hanging on his arm as if she would fall to the floor if she let go.

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"Don’t worry, we have separate bedrooms," I said, sarcastically.

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"Oh," said the girl, I never found out her name since neither of them bothered to give it to me. Then she gave a low chuckle as if it was a good joke and they walked on down the hall to Terry's bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

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Yes I had misgivings all over again. I hadn't imagined this. I sat there studying for a little while, then got nervous for some reason and left, walking over to the library to study. When I came back, I found everything was the same as when I’d left so I went to bed. Once in bed, I listened, but I didn't hear anything. Fortunately, as I knew from when Terry and Barbara were together that the walls were reasonably good at blocking sounds.

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The next morning when I got up, I wondered if I'd have to face the two lovebirds. I stared at the door of Terry's room, which was still shut. She was probably gone. Then the door opened a little and out came a woman, but a different woman. This woman was a lot older--probably her late twenties or thirty or so, and she was wearing a really good suit! I stared at her trying to figure out what was going on

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"Who are you?" she asked when she saw me.

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"I’m Terry sister. We’re sharing the house for the summer," I answered as I continued to stare. She was very attractive and was a knockout in those clothes: the skirt was very short but obviously the suit cost a couple months' dorm rent.

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"Oh," she said as she haughtily walked out the front door. I stared at the door after she closed it. Then I looked at the door to Terry's room. I thought about knocking, but decided against it. What would I ask him? Finally I ate breakfast and then left for library.

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When I got back from the library that afternoon, yet another girl was sitting at the kitchen table with Terry.

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"This is Carla," said Terry, "and this is my sister, Gloria." At least this time he introduced me. They were drinking coffee or tea or something.

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"We have separate bedrooms." I said. Carla smiled as if I'd made a joke. Then she said she had to leave and kissed Terry on the lips and left.

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I stared at Terry after Carla left. I thought he might offer some explanation, but he seemed oblivious to the notion that anything unusual was going on.

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"Three women?" I asked, when I couldn't stand it any longer.

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"Oh, that. I'm just dating around," answered Terry, smiling but offering no more explanation. As he just sat there looking stupid and happy, I went to my room and studied a while there for awhile. Later I heard voices and got up to investigate.

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"Who's she?" came the suspicious question of yet another woman.

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"I'm the sister that shares the house with Terry. The sister with her own bedroom," I offered, thinking I ought to record the message and play it back. I hardly got a look at her. All I remember is that she was very slender and had dark straight hair that reached her waist and then they were in his room with the door closed. I didn't see him before I went off to study at the library again. I was distracted while I was studying though. I thought about Terry and wondered what was going on? Who were these women and how was he finding them all?

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When I got back to the house, I didn't see Terry, but there was another strange woman wearing just a tight wife beater T-shirt and lacy little bikini panties sitting at the kitchen table. When I stared at her, she just looked up at me and smiled, not even asking whom I was.

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As I stood there in shock, Terry's door opened a crack. A woman dressed in jeans and a top came out and smiled. Then as I stood there with my mouth open, she cheerfully sang out, "Bye" as she walked out the front door. Turning my head, I looked at the woman sitting at the table. She just sat there, glancing at me after I'd stared for a minute. When I glanced up the hall towards Terry's room, the door was closed. Getting up, I went to my room.

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When I woke up in the morning I recalled the two women of the previous night and wondered what I'd find. There was no one was in the kitchen but the bathroom door was shut. As I neared it, I heard giggling from within, female giggles. I waited around and in a minute the door opened and out came two women wearing short nightgowns. With a quick smile in my direction, the quickly scampered up the hall to Terry's room. Opening the door without knocking, they slipped silently in. Still overwhelmed by what was going on, I got dress, ate and fled to the sanctuary of the library. Somehow I didn't want to wait and see any more. But as I left, I passed another woman that was approaching on our front sidewalk. I couldn’t help noticing because she was wearing some of the tightest pants I'd ever seen. When she caught me staring, I was so embarrassed that I ducked my head and walked on more quickly.

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That afternoon when I got home, there were five more women in our living room and kitchen, just sitting around, not saying a word. As usual, Terry's door was closed. One that really caught my eye was only wearing jeans and a bra. Intimidated, I headed straight in my room, but once there I worried about having to go back out there for supper. I listened at the door a little bit, but felt stupid, so I tried to study. It was such a lost cause though, so I tried reading a novel. When that failed, then just lay there thinking. What was it with Terry? What did these women see in him? Where did they all come from? How could they act like that?

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I was in such a quandary that I hung around my room until after our usual suppertime, then feeling kind of dumb, finally came out. It was my own house after all. I opened the door and peeked out. As I expected there were a bunch of women hanging around and they didn't seem to be the same women from last night. Several of them were in their underwear. When I walked into the kitchen a very attractive lady wearing a black bikini bottom and a tube top, asked if I'd like her to fix me supper. Her hair was dark and short and pretty and she definitely had the body for the outfit. Instead of answering, I looked at her in kind of a daze and sat down. Undaunted, she started getting stuff out of the fridge. I noticed that the fridge had food in it that I had never put there. And up until that point, Terry had certainly kept me involved with all the food purchases.

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She fixed me a frozen entrée while I sat at the kitchen table looking around. There were at least ten or twelve lovely women around in various states of dress, or maybe I should say stages of undress. Some were at the table and others were just sitting on the floor. I saw two oriental women, one leaning against the corner and the other leaning against her. They just sat there, looking kind of listless. Actually they all had a slightly listless look about them. When I looked closer I saw that the two oriental girls had bikini tops on, then I realized that they weren't wearing any bottoms at all.

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When the pretty lady in the tube top finished my dinner, I quickly started eating. Hearing his door, I looked up and saw a naked woman came out of Terry's room. As I stared, open-mouthed, I saw a black thing around her neck. Then I noticed they were all wearing black necklaces of some kind. The tube top was close by, so I looked at her and saw that the black things were thin little ribbons. Not knowing what else to do, I just sat there and ate.

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The woman in the tube top leaned her butt against the counter and sighed, "You're lucky."

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"Huh?"

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"Living with Terry,” she sighed, “You can be with him anytime."

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I stared at her for a couple of seconds, but didn't answer. Then I quickly finished eating, grabbed my books and fled to the library.

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When I came back later, the ladies were still there, or at least there was still as many as when I left, but some were definitely different women. One of the new ones was wearing a black baby doll nightgown that hid just about nothing. Another was wearing a T-shirt that didn't hide the bottoms of her cute little butt-cheeks. And they were all still wearing the black ribbons. I went to my room and went to bed.

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I lay awake a while wondering what to do. They weren't noisy and they hadn't really gotten in my way except for the bathroom a couple of times. And then there was the woman that had made my supper.

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Later, I partially awoke. I was groggy, feeling like I was drugged. It was still dark, but there had been some light, the door to my room had opened and closed. I saw a shadow glide across the room and get in bed with me, but somehow I was too sleepy to worry about it.

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In the morning when I awoke, I found myself in the arms of a strange woman. We'd been spooning, her behind me. I quietly slipped out of bed and looked at her. She was so beautiful, lying there so peacefully asleep. Not knowing what to do, I got my robe on and headed for the bathroom. As I expected, there were women all over the place. I actually had to step around and over them to get down the hall to the bathroom. The bathroom door was shut, so I knocked. A woman opened the door a crack and quickly pulled me in. There were four women already in there, all nude, and all doing, well, everything. The one who had pulled me in was at the basin brushing her teeth. She told me to go ahead and get in the shower, but another woman was in there, showering, so I waited for her to finish. Then I just hung up my robe and jumped into the shower. Others had been coming in and out of the bathroom while I waited.

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I finally felt like I had a little privacy in the shower, even though there were others right on the other side of the curtain. Then a woman slipped through the curtain and joined me. With a smile she offered to wash my back. I didn't know what to do, so I finished as rapidly as I could and got out. Another woman handed me a towel. I had the feeling she'd dry me if I let her.

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When I got back to my room, there were three women sleeping in my bed. I quickly got dressed and left. A couple of women in the kitchen offered me breakfast, but I just breezed on through and left as quickly as I could. As I passed through the foyer to the front door, I noticed that there was a large bowl full of black lace ribbons on a table just inside the door.

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That night it was more of the same. With, if you could believe it, even more ladies there. As I sat down at the table, half naked women were constantly going in and out of Terry's room, and all were wearing those black ribbons. Two women sitting on the couch were kissing. When a couple of them put my supper on the table in front of me, promptly ate and started getting ready to go out again. This place was useless for study.

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The phone rang, and it was …

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To be continued…

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Confusion-II

Part-2-of-2

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The phone rang and it was Barbara. “How are things going?" she asked. Even she was trying not to show it, she sounded a little nervous.

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"OK," I said, but I was nervous too. Because if I told her what was really going on, I didn't think she'd believe me.

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"How is... Terry?"

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"Oh, I think he's doing fine."

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"Is he? Do you think he misses me?" I had this sinking feeling that she was having second thoughts about their breakup. I know I wish she were still here and that all these beautiful girls had never started coming around. There is just something not right about so many good looking older women hanging out here in various stages off undress. And I can only guess what goes on inside Terry’s bedroom. I’m still in a quandary as to what so many older ladies see in an 18-year old.

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"I... I don't think I could say..." I stammered, trying to avoid her question.

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"Is he there? No, don't call him to the phone!"

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"Well..."

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"OK, I'll hang up. I'm sorry I bothered you." Then she was off the line.

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I headed out to study in the library and actually succeeded. I guess I was getting a little used to the weirdness. It was more of the same when I got home, but this time there were several women sleeping in my bed.

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"Hey!" I said, shaking one who was at the edge.

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She woke and looked at me with a groggy-expression. "Oh, sorry,” she said as she pulled herself up and lay down in the corner on the floor. The other women were still there, curled this way and that. I stared at them, mulling over waking them all up. But, the woman who moved, left enough room for me to lie down without touching any of the others so that's what I did.

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In the morning when I woke up, an arm was sprawled over me and one woman was lying pressed against my body. I sat up and looked around. There were more women sleeping on the floor. I got my robe and slipped out. It was pretty much a repeat of the previous morning. When I left for the library, two more women were coming in the door.

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Later when I looked up from my studies, whom should I see coming across the room but Barbara?

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"I got up early, hoping that I’d catch you here," she chimed, sounding excited.

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"It's great to see you," I said, hugging her and doing my best to smile but wondering if it really was that great.

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"How's Terry?" she said with bated breath. She looked so innocent, looking at me waiting for my answer. She was so beautiful.

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"Uh, he's fine I think."

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"He's there at the house now, isn't he? Let's go back!"

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I didn't usually go back this early. I had no idea what was going on at the house, so the last I wanted to do was to take her to the house. But she'd be going sooner or later so I might as well go along for the ride. I forced myself to see it as my duty. "OK."

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She didn't talk as we walked over and I didn't either. I didn't know what to say. Finally as we entered our block, Barbara asked, "Has he been seeing other women?"

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"Yes," I answered so low that I had to repeat it.

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"Oh god. Just one?"

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When I answered, "No," she didn't say anything after that. We just walked on down the sidewalk.

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As I expected, the house was filled with beautiful half-naked women when we got there. The ones sitting on the floor had to move to let us walk by. Two slipped out of Terry's bedroom and two more slipped in while we just stood there.

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"Gloria, what is this," asked Barbara's weak voice.

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"I don't really know," I answered honestly.

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"Is this Terry...?" I don't know what she was going to ask, because she never did finish. Instead, she blurted out, “ I've got to talk to him." As she stalked purposely down the hall towards Terry’s bedroom door, various women leaning this way and jumped to let her by. As she barged unannounced through his door, I made my way slowly over to the kitchen area. Looking up as I entered the room, one of the ladies respectfully stood up to let me have one of our chairs. Then not really seeing all the ladies scattered around the room, I sat there wondering what was going to happen.

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As I sat there, a woman came in the front door. As I watched, she took a ribbon from the bowl, tied it around her neck and then started taking off her clothes. I remember her because she was so tall and slender and she had short blond hair. For some reason I couldn’t tear my eyes away as I watched her undress and she was standing there in all her naked glory. Her body was so slender and her legs were so long that she made my body twitch in places that females had never made me twitch before. As she sauntered up the hallway and slipped in Terry's door, she moved with such a feline grace that that just watching her flawless body move took my breath away. She was so beautiful that she could definitely be a fashion model.

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Even after the fantastic blonde went in I hadn't heard anything from Terry's room and Barbara hadn't come out. As I sat there waiting for something to happen, curiosity got the better of me. Getting up, I nervously made my way over to Terry’s door. I thought about knocking, but it seemed silly with so many people just opening it a crack and walking in. quietly I opened it and slipped inside.

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It was semi-dark, the shades kept out all the daylight, but there was the soft glow of a couple of lamps. I don’t know what I expected to see, but not Terry on his knees with that fantastically beautiful blonde goddess on her knees in front of him. I couldn’t believe it; he was doing her from behind. And even more shocking, Barbara, she was sitting in front of the blonde, completely nude herself, with the blonde's face pushed against her own crotch. I’d never seen Barbara nude when she was living here, so I didn’t realize what a sexy body she had. When it registered that her fingers were twisted possessively in the blonde's hair, I also realized that the blonde was blindfolded and her wrists were tied behind her. Looking around, I saw that there were other women lying around here and there on the floor. Most were also blindfolded with their wrists tied behind their backs. A couple of them just sat leaning against the wall looking listless like the some of the women in the living room. Hearing the door open and close, Barbara turned her head and looked at me. She pulled the blonde's head away from her crotch and turned the blonde's beautiful face towards me. I saw the blonde's tongue for a second. With a smile, Barbara gave me a little nod. Oh my god, I though, she wanted me to come over. She was offering the blonde goddess to me.

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Shaken to my core, I quickly stumbled out of the room and shut the door. For a few minutes, I stood there, my back to the door, perhaps subconsciously expecting Barbara to come after me. It was so crazy. That blonde was so beautiful. Barbara was so beautiful. Barbara, I thought, hadn't been wearing a ribbon. She had wanted me to kneel next to her and share that fantastic blonde. The blonde was such a goddess that I thought seriously about going in there and taking up Barbara's offer. I had never been with a woman before, so I wondered what it would be like to sit there next to beautiful Barbara ...pulling that fantastic blonde's face to me. Forcing her to….

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Then I got a grip on myself and made my way back to the front door. The blonde's clothes were lying there on the floor. As I picked up her little wispy pair of panties and sniffed them, I noticed one of the black ribbons that had fallen on the floor. Picking it up, I wondered how that blonde goddess could just go in there and let Terry do her like that. Seeing it up close I saw that the ribbon wasn't plain, that it had a lacy texture.

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I still couldn’t believe it; she’d been just kneeling there, blindfolded and helpless while Terry pushing into from behind and Barbara forced her to lick her crotch.

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As I thought about the way they had been that to her, my hands as if with a mind of their own I tied the ribbon around my neck and started removing my clothes. Trance like I stumbled down the hall and into Terry’s room. As I shut the door, Barbara smiled, but when saw the ribbon; she got a strange look on her face. Then without a word she pushed the girls face out of her lap and moved towards me. With a knowing smile she tied a blindfold around my eyes. As he pulled my wrists behind me and started binding my wrists, I heard Terry say, “Like mother, like daughter.” Then they both laughed.

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The end…

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lab----part-1 thur 5-of-5

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Lab Partners

Part-1-of-5
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As I sat in the darkness of my room, listening to the soft laughter and muted conversation drifting down the hallway, I found myself pondering the strange and exciting progression of events that had led to this strange moment. The outcome was one that no sane person could have predicted.
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Patrick and I had been roommates since our undergrad days. It started off our freshman year as a random assignment in the dorm lottery, but it worked so well that when it came time to move off-campus, it made sense to lease a house together. We had been lab partners in lower division studies, research partners in graduate work, and now having both been recruited by the same biotech start-up, we found ourselves sharing a lab once again. Over the course of several years, Patrick and I became good friends, almost like brothers. I guess it was kind of hard not to when you spend almost every conscious moment together.
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So it was probably normal to wonder what would change when Sharon joined the research project.
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She came on-line about 3-months ago. Since I’d poured so much personal time and effort into this project, it would not have been unusual for me to be skeptical about her, or anyone's, ability to meaningfully contribute. Patrick later said he felt the same, almost even feeling territorial about the work we had done. But to be honest, her research abilities never crossed my mind when the administrator introduced her, the badge on her lab coat may have said 'Dr.', but the way she filled it out was shouting 'woman,’ and I was definitely listening.
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Sharon lay to rest my professional concerns pretty quickly. Within a week she was up to speed on the project, and within another week, to our surprise she was already making a real difference. It was a good match, Patrick is very hands-on, I'm very theoretical, and Sharon was good enough at both to be able to help make things move forward. Within a month we were a solid team, working together in the lab, and having fun.
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Yes, definitely having fun, an element that Sharon contributed all on her own. With a musical laugh, a mischievous personality, and a teasing playfulness, we definitely had more fun in the lab once she was there. She’d made it very clear at the beginning that she would not be getting involved with anyone she worked with, something about keeping her fantasy life and her real life well separated. But that never kept her from displaying her femininity, or for that mater, us from noticing it.
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For one thing, she almost never wears a bra. It was fairly obvious, even through her lab coat that she doesn't need to, but I don't think that's the whole reason. I think she really enjoys being a little bit of a tease, a little bit of an exhibitionist. And if Patrick or I happened to be faced with a panorama of cleavage while she leaned over to study the latest computer run, well, that seemed to be all right with Sharon. If her lab-coat fell open and uncovered her long tanned legs to view, she didn't seem to mind us looking. And it was always a treat to be in the clean room with her, where the chilled air encouraged her nipples to harden under my eager gaze.
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At first, Patrick and I tried to keep things professional in the lab. Sure, we'd have a good laugh at home about the idea of peeking down her blouse like teenage schoolboys. And I'm sure each of us was fantasizing about just exactly what was under that lab coat, and masturbating to what we would do it she were to share it with one or the other of us, I know I was. I had some full-on raging Technicolor masturbating sessions with Sharon as the star. But as fun as it was to daydream while gazing at a beautiful woman across the room, none of that seemed like it was ever going to go anywhere, until Patrick made the connection, that is.
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Then one day Patrick had discovered ‘alt.sex.stories’ while surfing the net, and showed me some of the stories. Some of them were pretty bizarre, but there was one author that I liked. In fact, more than once I found myself quietly printing out a copy of one of her stories, and heading off to the men's room to read through a favorite passage one-handed. I suspect Patrick was doing the same. Hell, how could any man not be lit up by those stories? It became almost a daily ritual to scan the newsgroup to see if there was a new offering from "SharonNH@aol.com".
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It never occurred to us that Sharon-on-the-net could be Sharon-from-work until "Sharon's Overture" hit the wire. Patrick brought it home, and with a big grin on his face read it out loud: very blond (check) 5-foot 9-inches, about 135 lbs, pretty slim (check) straight hair, hangs to just above her breasts (check) half-cantaloupe size breasts (check) nipples long and hard, with sort of a squared-off end (check, check - hey, I've studied those for hours at a time). All the way through the whole post, the author's self-description confirmed what we could see, and fleshed out my fantasies of what I couldn't see. With an incredulous laugh, Patrick said, "So that's what she does in her spare time."
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Of course, confirming that it was her writing the stories might be a little tricky. Does someone just come out and ask, "Are you the one who's writing those stories I beat off to every day"? No, something about that doesn't seem right. Neither one of us ever really had the nerve to broach the subject directly. But eventually we managed to drop enough hints and load enough questions with innuendo, that she came right out and asked if we had seen her stories.
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Once the cat was out of the bag, Sharon was really interested in talking about them. In hindsight it shouldn't have been a surprise. Those wonderfully erotic images could only have come from a woman who was in touch with her own desires. She was fascinated by the fact that her words on a screen had resulted in real live throbbing erections. She was especially interested in knowing which scenarios and descriptions had turned each of us on. And through our conversations something was happening that was almost like watching a butterfly emerge from a cocoon, before our eyes her professional veneer peeled away, leaving an unobstructed view into the very blue eyes of a very exciting woman. And as she described her thoughts, her fantasies, her deepest desires, it became clear she was excited, too.
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Things subtly changed in our lab. The playfulness and the teasing were both were still there; the teasing was still there. Perhaps it was just more out in the open. Pressing against each other in the lab was no longer so innocent, it seemed as though she were consciously and deliciously pressing herself against one or the other of us, part of her teasing, yet another part of her stoking her own arousal with the knowledge of ours. Our minds were still focused on our project goals, but our bodies were acutely aware of the sexual tension that lingered in the room, the promise of pleasure left unfulfilled.
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I also noticed that Sharon's style of dress went through some subtle changes. No longer simply casual, yet not outwardly provocative, her attire was inviting and revealing in a soft and seductive way. Her lab coat was almost never buttoned any longer, and the skirts and blouses she wore beneath seemed deliberately chosen to display her charms. Wrap-around skirts that flew open as she walked, exposing a long lovely expanse of leg; a hint of white lace in the v-neck of a sweater, delicately framing her slender neck and accentuating the swell of her breasts. One day she wore a simple scoop neck white blouse that seemed molded to those wonderful mounds, and as she walked by the pale skin surrounding her cleavage danced and jiggled in an almost irresistible way. I had to fight not to grab her around the waist and bury my head in her bosom and inhale her.
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Oh, and the topics she chose to talk about, I suspect that if we had asked her some of the questions we got, she'd have grounds for a sexual harassment complaint. But she seemed to enjoy watching us squirm when she asked what things we like to have women do, or what it felt like to come in a woman's mouth. She asked which of her stories we liked, and why. She asked if either of us had ever had a group experience, or if the two of us had ever shared a woman. Mostly, it seemed that she wanted to know what it felt like to be a man, and what it felt like to make love to a woman.
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She never quite got around to saying that the no-coworkers rule had been rescinded, but when Patrick asked her if she would help him celebrate on his birthday, Sharon smiled and said yes.
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The silence from the other room pulled me out of my daydream. No more soft sounds wafting down the hallway, only the crackle of the logs in the fireplace. I wondered how long I had been lost in my thoughts.
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Thinking that they had left, I wandered towards the living room, but stopped short when I realized that they were still on the couch, only silent now. They were sitting beside one another, he with his arm around her waist, both gazing contentedly at the fire. Sharon had kicked her shoes off, and had her stocking clad feet on the coffee table, legs crossed at the ankles.
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This was the first time I had seen Sharon outside the lab, and I admit to being a little surprised yet again at the way she was dressed. I'm not sure what I expected, but this was neither the casual attire from work, nor the sexy dress she described (and I fantasized about) in 'The Cocktail Table'. What I saw was a beautiful blonde woman in a simple calf-length cotton summer dress, the kind that buttons down the front, modest V-neck, hint of lace here and there, hair up and off her neck, framing her face in a halo of golden highlights. It was simple, yes, but God, what a vision.
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I hesitated to step out of the hallway. I didn't want to interrupt, and instinctively I knew that my presence would break whatever mood was developing, and, I suppose, much as I wanted to be a part of things, this was, after all, to be their night, to be whatever they wanted it to be.
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I almost turned to go back to my room, but as I started to back away, Patrick turned to say something, and when she looked up in response, it happened. I don't know what it was, only Patrick saw it, but whatever he saw kept his words unsaid as he leaned down and pressed his lips gently against hers. Her chin lifted slightly as she stretched to meet his kiss. In the flickering light of the fire I could see their lips move, their mouths open as their tongues reached tentatively out towards one another.
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Patrick drew away for a moment, and as Sharon opened her eyes he met her look with a questioning expression. Her response, delivered with a smoky smile, was to reach up and capture Patrick in her arms, and draw him back to her lips. No words spoken, but volumes of communication passed through that gaze, curiosity, concern, and hesitant desire on his part, and smoldering arousal on hers.
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Lab Partners

Part-2-of-5

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I had never really seen anyone 'make out' before. Sure, I'd watched porno movies, but those never really have any seduction in them, just sex. Part of me wondered if they would take it 'that far', but then I recalled Sharon's no-coworkers rule, and decided that the kiss was as far as it was going to go. Still, here were a couple of people sharing their first kiss, a heart-achingly real and romantic moment, full of expressions of hope and desire. And unbeknownst to them, they were sharing it with me. While my mind wrestled with the tableau being painted before me in live, real-time action, I stood watching, unable to walk away.
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Patrick certainly didn’t need to be persuaded to continue, that much is for sure. I certainly would have done the same, heck, assume green light until told otherwise, right? He returned to her lips with enthusiasm, capturing her tongue in his mouth, nipping gently at her lips and throat with his teeth, drawing wet trails along her neck and shoulders with his lips. Every once in a while he would happen across a spot that Sharon really seemed to enjoy, as evidenced by the little gasps of pleasure that escaped from her. I noticed that she really enjoyed when he kissed the little hollow just behind her ear, at the top of her neck.
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I was aware, too, that his hands were no longer idle. One hand was around her waist, and didn't have a lot of mobility, but the other was free to roam, and was beginning to exercise that freedom. At first he was caressing her cheek, cupping her face in his hands. Before too long his hand had migrated down her neck, pausing on her shoulder before dropping, oh-so-casually onto the upper slope of her breast. Oh, those breasts. The soft white swell rising above the edge of her neckline, hinting and promising at what was hidden beneath.
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I have to say, it was a very odd feeling, watching this. It caused so many mixed emotions to run through my head. I wanted to watch, silently, as this unfolded, careful not to change it by my presence. I also wanted to be a part of it. I wanted it to be me touching that glorious skin, kissing those soft lips, and more. I was happy for my roommate, and jealous at the same time. Oh, man, my blood was boiling and my cock was starting to rise in vicarious readiness. Lacking a way to resolve the conflict, I stood rooted in place, silently transfixed, participating without involvement.
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As if with a mind of its own, Patrick's hand continued, slowly moving, touching, caressing, until finally it fully covered the mound of her breast. This, for guys, is the moment of truth: is she going to stop me? Is she going to ignore it? We never know, and it is always an achingly anxious moment. I have no idea how hard Patrick's heart was beating right then, but mine was about jumping out of my chest with anticipation, and I was fully 6-feet away.
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Slowly, oh so slowly, Sharon responded in a most wonderfully affirmative way. Her hand moved up from her side, gently touched Patrick's hand, and then continued up to the top button on her dress, and languidly unbuttoned it! Moving back to his hand, Sharon stroked his fingers and gently moved them towards the new opening in the neckline of her dress. Then when it was clear that Patrick had found the opening, and had gotten the message, her hand embarked an exploration of its own, followed his arm to his shoulder, then down to his chest.
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This seemed to electrify Patrick. With a soft cry of delight, he unbuttoned two or three more buttons at the top of Sharon's dress, enough to be able to slide his hand within, and touch the bare skin of her breast. From my vantage point, I could see his fingers molding and softly squeezing her breasts, moving under the cloth to find and tease her nipple. At the same time, Sharon was reaching down along his side, dropping to his waist, looking for a way under his rugby shirt. Things were visibly heating up, as each of them began breathing more audibly, and sighing with pleasure at each new discovery.
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Patrick withdrew his hand, and began unbuttoning more buttons. When he had opened 4 or 5, he was able to open Sharon's dress to her waist, and began sliding it off her shoulder. I was surprised to see that she had worn a bra. Well, not really much of a bra. Silky and lacy, in a soft peach color, it really did more to display her breasts than to support them. The Demi-cups were filled to capacity with the warm, inviting swell of her breasts, and her nipples were clearly visible poking through the open lace that rimmed each cup. As I watched, Patrick rolled the edge of one cup down a little, and grasping her nipple between his thumb and finger rolled it to full erectness. Sharon moaned at this intense stimulation, arching her back to press her breasts fully into his hand.
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Sharon seemed really impatient to have her breasts naked in Patrick's hands, as both her hands rose to the valley of her cleavage, and popped the front latch of her bra. All of a sudden, the breasts that I had dreamed about were fully exposed to my view, less than two meters away. What a wonderful sight, firm and soft and glowing in the soft light of the fire, bouncing slightly with her movements, with her nipples fully extended and erect. Of course, my unobstructed view was short-lived, as Patrick pushed her bra-straps off her shoulders, then bent over to take one nipple between his lips as he gently twisted and pulled the other with his fingers.
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I had to wonder what that felt like for each of them. As I watched, Sharon's head lolled back on her neck and she began to breathe rapidly, so clearly she was enjoying Patrick's fingers and tongue. And for Patrick, well, to have those prizes bare and warm under his touch and taste must have been heavenly. I watched as his hands roamed between them, molding and squeezing, stroking and caressing, all the while kissing and sucking and licking at Sharon's exposed breasts and hard nipples.
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This was clearly getting to Sharon. As if shaking off a fog, she drew Patrick's face to hers and began hungrily kissing him, sucking her tongue into her mouth as she sought out his nipples with her free hand. She found the bottom of his shirt and slid beneath it, moving her hand about until she alighted on first one nipple, then the other, mimicking what he was doing to hers, perhaps to illustrate the pleasure he was giving her.
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Patrick once again broke the kiss and returned his mouth to her breasts, and as he sucked her nipple between his lips he began to slide his hand lower, and slipping his hand over her flat tummy, along her sleek hips to the hem of her dress, reaching almost to where her delicate ankles were still crossed. Slowly at first, then more and more determined, as she showed no sign of resistance, Patrick worked the hem of her dress up past her knees; along her stocking clad thighs, finally dipping beneath the cloth to caress her legs. I watched as his hand entered this cloth-shrouded cavern between her legs, first his fingers disappearing into the darkness, then his whole hand. When had reached halfway up her thighs, I heard him gasp and he drew away to look at her. She smiled, whispered something I couldn't catch. I heard him sigh, and kiss her more recklessly as he started working at the remaining buttons of her dress.

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It wasn't until he’d unfastened the last button and laid her bare to his (and my) eyes, that I understood his gasp. Under her simple dress, Sharon had dressed to thrill. Matching her lacy peach bra was a pair of sheer silk matching panties, through which her little turf of pubic hair could be plainly seen. And circling the tops of her thighs were the lace borders of a pair of thigh-high stockings. The gasp I heard was when Patrick reached the top of her hose and found the warm bare skin of Sharon's inner thigh, inviting his eager touch.
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I don't know what Patrick was thinking, or if he was even thinking, but I was hit with the full import of this unveiling. It meant that Sharon was not only allowing Patrick to undress her, but that she had anticipated it when she dressed for the evening, and chose her underclothes to make it as exciting as possible for him. I don't know about most guys, but that's a highly erotic concept for me... to know that the woman wants it as much as I do, and goes out of her way to make my heart race.
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Of course, I had the luxury of time to think about such things. Patrick was busy. While nibbling on her neck and her breasts, his hands were roaming between the lace edge of her stockings and the elastic edge of her panties. As she languidly uncrossed her legs and parted her thighs, I could see that the panties tapered away to only a thin string disappearing between the cheeks of her ass, and had a growing wet spot right at the center of the crotch.
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Sharon guided Patrick's hand to her mound with one hand, while the other held his head against her breast. He caressed her pussy through the thin silk of her panties for a moment, pressing his finger into the vertical crease of her lips, rubbing the place where the wetness had begun to spread, tracing the bottom border to the edge of her ass cheeks, enjoying the tactile contrast between warm skin and cool silk. After a moment, he traced the edges with his fingers until he found a gap between her warm skin and the cloth covering it. From my place in the darkness of the hallway, I could clearly see as his fingers dipped beneath the silk and brushed through the fine blonde hair adorning her mound. Stroking, caressing, probing, slowly yet urgently, I watched as the fingers, seemingly disembodied, reached lowed and lower until they dipped into the wet slit between her pussy lips.
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Again, Sharon seemed impatient to be naked under Patrick's touch. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hands out of her panties, but before he had a chance to react or protest, she arched her back to lift her hips off the couch, slid her panties down and off her legs, and kicked them away. Even in the dim light of the fire, I could see that her self-description was true, when excited, Sharon's cunt lips swell and separate, a very inviting (and exciting) sight. Kissing Patrick deeply, she guided his hand back to the warm wetness of her pussy, and sighed with pleasure as he began to explore the excited core of her pleasure. She seemed to be paralyzed by the sensations he was providing, for other than her kiss she was momentarily passive.
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I was transfixed by the sight of my best friend's fingers exploring, and then disappearing into our lab partner's pussy, and I was again struck by a sense of surreal conflict: Part of me was detached, as if watching an x-rated video, seeing an anonymous couple go at it for the camera. But it periodically occurred to me that there was no camera, and this was no anonymous couple. These were people that I knew well, that I saw daily in the cloak of everyday life, and they were making love to each other not 6 feet away from me. I was mesmerized by the view; every cell and membrane in my body was paying full attention to the scene before me, and yearning to be a part of it. My cock was so hard it ached, and I could feel a wet spot of my own, as my pre-come began to leak out of my hole in ready anticipation.
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Patrick definitely knew what he was doing. Each of us had had girlfriends from time to time, and had talked about sex on a number of occasions, but I had no real concept of his 'technique', and seeing him strumming chords on her responsive body was fascinating. His fingers gently combed through the fine hair on her mound, and periodically dipped into the crease in her lips past the nubbin of her clit, eliciting a gasp each time. Teasingly, he avoided her hotspot for several moments, and then brushed directly over it, catching her by surprise. I could clearly see his fingers enter her pussy, parting the full lips and stroking the hot, wet flesh in search of the g-spot we had read so much about. I could see his finger glisten with her juices as he traced her lips, then gently spread them to expose her clit to his touch.
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For her part, Sharon's breathing had been getting very ragged. Several times it seemed as though she were well on the way to coming, but each time Patrick backed away, stroking the skin of her thighs and ass as if to calm her. It was obvious that he knew just how to get her going, but also obvious that he wanted this to last for a while.
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After the third time that he tried to backed away, Sharon broke their hungry kiss, opened her heavy-lidded blue eyes, and in a gasping voice said "Patrick, that feels so good, pleeeeeese don't stop".
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Lab Partners

Part-3-of-5

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Patrick grinned, and said, "Sharon, I'm just getting started. Why don't you lie back and relax for a while". With a gentle push, Patrick encouraged Sharon to turn slightly and lean back. When she was done, she was laying on her back on the couch, one leg behind Patrick, and the other still on the coffee table. What a sight. Even from six feet away, I drank in every detail, from her beautiful blue eyes turned smoky with excitement, and to her delicate feet still covered in sheer hose. And in between lay one gorgeous and fully turned-on woman. Breasts full and soft on her chest, nipples fully erect, sparse blonde hair framing pussy lips that were fully engorged and open and wet, just as she had described. Laid out across my field of view, I had new appreciation for just how well she was put together. Her firm breasts were the perfect counterpoint to a high, tight butt, perched a top a wonder full pair of long and slender legs.
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Still fully dressed, Patrick knelt on the couch between her smooth thighs and began to kiss his way down the length of her body. Taking time to suck each nipple lovingly between his lips, he traced a trail with his tongue down past her ribs, detouring briefly at her navel, then down some more. When he got to her crotch, he playfully started to tease her again... kissing her warm thighs, her stomach, licking along the edge of her pussy lips, but getting nowhere near her clit.
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Sharon was having none of that. She reached down and grabbed his head with her hands, and guided his face directly into her cunt. In case he was at all slow in taking the hint, she raised her hips off the couch a couple of times, rubbing her clit against the tip of his nose. "Lick me, Patrick", she moaned, "taste my pussy, make me cum".
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Patrick got the hint. Gently holding her lips apart with the fingers of one hand, he gently lowered the tip of his tongue to the very point of her clit, causing her to gasp with the intensity of the direct contact. As he began to lick and suck at her most tender flesh, a finger of his other hand probed between her full, wet cunt lips, seeking the g-spot at her core. I could definitely tell when he found it - her body went rigid as if with an electric shock, and then it seemed as if every part of her became more open. Her mouth opened, her head tilted back as she began to pant, and her thighs spread a little wider, as if trying to draw Patrick and his insistent fingers farther into her body.
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Standing there, watching that, I was so into the scene that the fantasy of doing it and the reality of seeing it blended together. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to be causing those gasps and squeals of pleasure. I wanted to be licking her. I wanted to taste her juices as I probed her pussy with my tongue.
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I wanted to taste her juices... then it struck me. She had kicked her panties off; they were probably around here somewhere. I glanced around, and saw that they lay in a crumpled heap, halfway between the coffee table and my place of concealment. Without really giving any conscious thought, I noticed that Sue's eyes were closed, Patrick's vision was blocked by the mound of the pussy he was busy eating, I crossed those three feet to retrieve the panties and quickly returned to the safety of the dark hall.
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Once there, it didn't seem like I was in control of my own actions. I could feel one hand loosen the string of my old sweatpants and begin to withdraw my hard cock, while the other hand brought Sue's panties to my face. As I inhaled the scent of her pussy, I watched my best friend licking her and listened to her gasps of excitement and pleasure, and began to stroke my cock. Patrick was now stroking two fingers in an increasingly demanding rhythm, sawing in and out of her hot cunt as he licked her clit, pressing his fingers up so they grazed her g-spot on each out-stroke. Unconsciously I adopted the same rhythm as I stroked my own cock in the darkness. Under my steadily pumping fist, the pre-come that had leaked from the tip of my cock made slick, syrupy noises in sympathetic accompaniment to the sounds coming from the couch.
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I could see Sharon's back arch as she pressed her mound against Patrick's lips, impossibly yearning for still more stimulation. I watched as her legs rhythmically squeezed around his torso and then spread wide for his access. When they weren't being used to draw her knees up and apart, holding herself open for him, Sharon's hands were busy on her own breasts, tweaking her nipples and squeezing the hot mounds, ratcheting her own pleasure higher.
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I heard a low moan of pleasure from somewhere, a new sound full of passion and wanting and lust. In the heartbeat before I realized it was coming from me, I saw Sharon's head turn in my direction, her eyes slowly opening. Before I could withdraw into the shadows, she saw me.... one hand holding her silk panties to my face, drinking in her aroma, the other hand stroking my cock in the same rhythm as the fingers penetrating her cunt, my eyes locked on her undulating body. As our eyes met, a look of surprise crossed her face, then an understanding smile....
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Watching Sharon come was like watching daybreak splash inexorably across the slopes of the Rockies. It started in her toes, which curled and clenched with erotic tension. The soles of her feet arched, and I could see the muscles in her calves draw tight. By the time the wave of pleasure reached her thighs, her legs were trembling and quivering, the skin visibly vibrating in the amber firelight.
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Her feet pressed down and her back arched, lifting her until only her feet and shoulders were still touching the couch. As Patrick continued to coax her higher, towards the peak she so desperately wanted, I could actually see a bright blush of excitement spread like a heat rash between her breasts, down across her abdomen and up towards her slender throat. As her passion built, I could see the soft pads of her nipples bloom outward, as the squared-off points swelled and darkened. Her hands grasped at his head, clawing passionately through his hair, her straightened arms pushed her breasts together into a bottomless valley of radiant pink flesh.
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I realized, as I stood and watched from my now-revealed hiding place, that through the course of her orgasm Sharon's breathing had stopped. I think mine had, too. The only sound in the room was the muffled squish of Patrick's fingers as they continued to plunge in and out of her soaking cunt. As the glow of her still-peaking orgasm rose further up her neck to her face, I could hear her begin to wail, almost like the whistle of an approaching train. The sound grew in pitch and intensity until the peak caught her, and then she exploded.
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With a gasp, her hips thrust up and back, her ass-cheeks flexed and jiggled, as if rising to meet and impale herself on his hand. Her breath came in rhythmic grunts as the wave caught took control of her muscles, tossing her about in its fury. Patrick fought to keep his mouth on her cunt as it undulated and pulsed before him. I could see his cheeks pucker as he sucked directly on her clit, adding intensity to the avalanche of excitement that was coursing through every part of her body.
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And through it all, her eyes were wide open, and locked on mine. I think that was the most exciting thing I've ever seen a woman do. It was as though, even while her body was writhing in the throes of uncontrollable wave of pleasure, she managed to keep her eyes open, gazing into mine, to consciously open herself up and share this most intimate and precious moment with me.
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Then it was past. While Patrick amused himself by gently licking her thighs and rubbing his hands over the skin of her still-spasming butt, Sharon gestured to me. "Come here", she implored. At the fragile sound of her shaky voice, Patrick looked up and saw me. "How long have you been there?" he asked with laughter in his voice. More than a little embarrassed at being caught peeping – I shrugged and said nothing. "Come hold me", she said again, and lifted her arms in my direction, as she lay naked before me.
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About that time I remembered that my pants were around my ankles, and my hard cock was poking out from the end of my motionless fist. Caught between a compelling desire to take her in my arms and an embarrassed impulse to cover up and run I stood motionless as if rooted to the spot. Finally Sharon, in a voice breathy but firm said "It turns me on to see how you guys work together in the lab. I was hoping you guys would... uh... work together with me." Patrick said "you're already dressed for the party, you might as well join in."
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How could I say no to that? Without further thought or hesitation, I silently kicked the crumpled pants off my bare feet, and crossed the two paces to the couch. I sat on the end near her head, and as soon as I was settled she scooted herself up until her upper body was lying across my lap. As I took her in my arms, she said, "I was hoping you would be here. It didn't seem right to do this without you" and reached up to kiss me.
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Wow, what lips. I met her open mouth with my own, brushing her tousled hair out of her face, cradling her head in my hands. I was instantly lost in the sensations... smell, taste, touch, all heavenly. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and began to wrestle mine, a match I eagerly joined. Have you ever had that feeling of falling when you kiss, sort of like time and space have dropped away? Well this was like that. Her lips were soft and full, her breath sweet, and at that moment nothing else existed in my world.
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Well, that is until a moan snaked out from between her lips. It wasn't until then that I remembered the woman I was kissing was almost completely naked, and my best friend was between her nylon-clad legs, merrily licking the juices from her pussy. What an exciting image.
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Each time Patrick brushed a particularly sensitive spot, I could feel her quiver with an aftershock of the orgasm he had just given her. I could feel her heart beating against my arm, I could feel the quick intake of her breath, I could feel her hot skin against my own... all while acutely aware that she was being licked and caressed by another man at the same time.
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Sharon broke our kiss and sat up. For a panicked moment I thought that she was going to get up and leave, and I thought I was going to die at the idea that I could no longer touch her. But she only went far enough to draw Patrick up to his knees, and begin to kiss and caress him. She reached up her arms and placed them around his neck, sharing with him the lips and tongue that so recently had been mine. For a flash I was insanely jealous, and put my arms around her to pull her back to me.
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But in putting my arms around her, I found those magnificent breasts. Still burning with the heat of her excitement, the skin of her body was hot and moist and firm and soft all at the same time. From my position behind her, I took both her breasts in my hands, cupping them and gently squeezing them together. She seemed to like that, as she moaned slightly and arched her back slightly.
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While I amused myself with her long-dreamed-about breasts, Sharon's hands were busy too. Looking over her shoulder, I could see that with one hand she was stroking and squeezing the length of Patrick's still-covered cock, and rubbing his chest up inside his shirt with the other. Patrick, who had so selflessly pleased her moments before, was quickly reacting to the onslaught of her attentions.
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I watched as her hand reached down and began to pull up the bottom of Patrick's shirt. He grasped it and started to peel it up, and as soon as it was past she leaned forward to take one of his nipples in her mouth. I heard Patrick gasp, for the first time in a while, and his breathing became audible as she licked and sucked and gently bit that sensitive nubbin of flesh. She laved the smooth expanse of his chest with her tongue, kissing and caressing everywhere, yet always drawn back to his nipples as if they were magnetized.
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With my eyes I followed her other hand to his belt, which she opened with surprising dexterity. Next I heard the soft pop of the button, and the sigh of his zipper as she eases it down the length of his groin. Her hand covered the bulge made by his brief-covered cock, and stroked up and down for a moment, lingering over the wet spot at the tip. Finally she tugged gently at the waistband of his underpants, and dipped her hand inside, much as he had done with hers.
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Lab Partner

Part-4-of-5

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I could only imagine what the cool skin of her hand felt like against the taut skin of his hard-on. He, by now, had been hard continuously for over a half-hour (as had I), and this was the first time it had been touched by anything other than his clothes. Immediately he began to sigh, and swayed slightly as his knees weakened under the stimulation.
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Sharon left Patrick's nipples with a soft kiss, and bent down to look at Patrick's cock. I confess, I did to. As he wriggled his pants and underwear past his hips, and struggled to remove them past his knees (while still kneeling!) Outside of a porn movie, this was the first time I had ever seen an erect cock other than my own. I noticed that his was longer than mine... but not quite so thick.
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After a moment, Patrick had freed himself from his clothes, and was again kneeling between Sharon's legs. I was holding her from behind, fondling her breasts, caressing her skin wherever I could reach it, pressing my own hot skin against hers, my cock momentarily content to be lodged against the soft flesh of her hips.
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Seemingly oblivious to my presence, Sharon's hands performed a hypnotic dance over the surface of Patrick's hardness, grasping its bulk in one hand while sliding the other down to caress his balls, and dip further into the darkness below. I could readily imagine what she was doing, but didn't need to, as Patrick's moans and whispers perfectly accompanied the movements of her fingers. For my part, I was entranced with the sensation of the heavy softness of her breasts tightening and bouncing gently in my hands as she moved her hands up and down along the length of my friend's cock.
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After a moment, Sharon scooped up a finger-full of the clear pre-come she had coaxed from the head of his cock, and brought it to her lips. Looking him square in the eye as she licked his warm fluid from her hand, she said "Tastes great. Shall we see if it's filling?"
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With a playful laugh, she slowly lowered her body back against mine, and spread her legs. As she lay back, she held onto his cock, drawing him farther into the ‘v’ of her thighs. At once she began to rub the head of his cock against her clit, rhythmically using her own body to arouse him further. From my vantage point, I could her hand moving, up and back, and periodically I could see the pinkish head of his cock part through her pubic hair and ride up along her slit, growing redder and wetter with each pass. She was so wet and open by this time, it almost seemed that his head was ironing her lips into that distinctive butterfly shape.
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I sat and watched, one part silent observer and one part involved. I still had her magnificent breasts in my hands, and could feel her body respond in pleasure each time I roughly strummed my thumbs across her swollen nipples. I could feel her twitch in my arms as the cock she held in her hands brushed across her throbbing clit yet again. Most of all, everywhere I touched I could feel her skin glowing with the heat of her arousal.

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Patrick started rocking slightly on his knees, contributing to the movement of his clock across Sharon's clit. After several moments of this, without moving anything but her hips, Sharon arched her back while Patrick stroked forward, and captured his cock between her lips. He gasped. She shuddered. I watched in awe as the wet mushroom head of his cock spread her swollen lips, and then began slowly, amazingly to disappear between them.
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I don't know how Patrick kept from just mashing himself into her. I probably would have. But with impressive restraint, he playfully turned the tables on Sharon. He withdrew slightly, until with a soft 'plop' the head of his cock drew free of her cunt, and began.... rubbing the head against her clit again. Sharon moaned, and tried to capture his length within her, and each time she tried he teased her a little, and backed away. When it was almost at the point that I couldn't stand the tension anymore, Sharon bucked up at the same instant that Patrick rocked forward, and all of a sudden he was in her to the hilt. Sharon and Patrick moaned in sweet harmony at the sensations they had caused for each other.
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For a moment, everyone froze, Patrick with his cock buried fully inside Sharon's pussy, me with my hands on her breasts and my face buried in her fragrant blonde hair. For about two heartbeats, nobody moved... and then Patrick's eyes opened wide in surprise. "Can you feel that?" Sharon asked. "Feel it?" he gasped. "Hell, if you keep doing that I'm going to finish before I start!" Looking down, I realized that the rhythmic contractions rolling under the skin of Sharon's flat stomach probably translated to some pretty intense squeezing action within her cunt. Sharon was milking Wayne's cock, and judging from the way his eyes were beginning to roll back in his head, it was having an effect.
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Giggling now, Sharon reached up and started tweaking his nipples. "C'mon, lover, what's the matter? Can't concentrate?" Patrick's response was to withdraw until I could see the rim of his glands poking out from between the lips of Sharon's pussy, and slide himself smoothly back in, in, all the way in. This time it was Sharon's turn to gasp, and Patrick's to laugh, and do it again.
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Before too long, Patrick had built up a rhythm, fucking his cock in and out of her very accommodating cunt. He did a couple of short strokes, pulling almost all the way out, and then slamming himself in to the balls, as if to catch her by surprise. Each time he penetrated her, I could feel her quiver in my arms, as the tension built between them.
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Patrick reached down and grasped Sharon's legs behind the knees, and drew them up until they were pressed against his chest. When he slid into her the next time, the effect was electric, as the change of angle tilted her pussy up so that his cock grazed against that magical g-spot. Holding one leg in each hand, he caressed the length of them from the stocking-covered toes at the end, to the warm ass-checks pressed against his thighs. She gasped as he teased the rim of her anus with a finger, and sighed when he sucked her toes into his mouth.
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I couldn't believe what I was seeing, only two feet from my eyes. I could clearly see Patrick's cock glistening with Sharon's juices as he slid in and out of her belly. The skin of his taut erection drew her lips outward as he withdrew, then pressed and parted them as he penetrated anew. As if a moth drawn to a lamp, I watched as my own hand drifted slowly past Sharon's abdomen, and came to rest in the ‘v’ of soft curls shrouding her core. Gently parting her lips, I reached down and with finger began to caress her clit, only millimeters from where my room-mate's cock was sliding forcefully in and out.
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Sharon's hips began to buck as she started to climb towards her orgasm, and Patrick groaned in pleasure as he felt the initial contractions deep within her. He started to drive into her with a new intensity, slamming his hips forward and jerking them back. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, with the slapping of his hips against the soft skin of her ass, the squish of his cock plowing in and out of her cunt, and their gasps and moans as each stroke drove them ever higher towards their climax.
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With his stroking hips now a blur, Patrick groaned, "I'm going to cum". Sharon didn't respond, and I realized that again I had not heard her breathe in a while. I looked over her shoulder and saw that her eyes were closed in concentration, her mouth slack as her approaching orgasm took control of her. I continued rubbing her clit with one hand, strumming her nipples with the other, and began to gnaw on her neck at the place I had noticed she liked so long ago.
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The effect was immediate. I felt her go stiff, and even though Patrick was holding her legs against his chest, she managed to arch her back and impale herself more deeply on his pistoning cock. Her nipple impossibly grew even harder in my hand, as I squeezed and flicked the tip with my fingernail and thumb. Just as she started to cum, I leaned around and began to kiss her, teasing her mouth with my tongue, and that last bit of stimulation seemed to carry her over the edge. Carry, hell, it launched her over the top.
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As Sharon hit her peak she gasped aloud, and began keening in a breathy, high-pitched squeal of ecstasy. She quivered and shook and panted and moaned and bucked and writhed, as Patrick continued fucking in and out of her with all his strength, frantically plunging his cock all the way into her quivering slit. I could actually see her cunt lips fluttering and tightening around Patrick's invading shaft as her orgasm swept through her. Her stiffened body transferred the full impact of his thrusts to me, making me a part of this exciting dance they were playing out before me.
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Somehow she managed to get her legs around Patrick's waist, and hooking her feet behind his back she began meeting his thrusts with her own, slamming her pelvis up against his hips, driving his hardness deeper into herself. No part of her remained on the couch, as and her taut ass spasmed wildly, guided only by the stiff cock that impaled her. I watched Patrick reach down and grab a cheek in each hand, supporting her while giving himself more leverage as he thrust inward. I suppose too, that with all the moving she was doing he needed a handhold just so that he could keep his cock inside her.
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Just as the rising tide of her orgasm swept her fully away, Patrick's orgasm started. I could see Sharon's tummy and thighs rippling with the wild contractions going on inside her, and could only imagine what that felt like to Patrick. He grunted and stiffened and began stabbing his cock at a staccato pace, and beads of sweat broke out all over his body. With my hand close to where their bodies were joined, I could feel the change in Sharon's cunt as Patrick's cock stiffened inside her and began pumping his cum into her depths. With each powerful squirt, I could feel Sharon's body recoil in response, as if feeling each jet of hot sperm splashing against her womb causes another silent spasm deep inside her quivering cunt. As Patrick lost coordination and slowed his now random thrusts, I saw that his cock was coated now with a glistening white froth where it emerged from between her blood-red lips, a mixture of his juices and hers stirred up from deep within Sharon's still-twitching hole.
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Slowly, oh so slowly, each of them came back to earth, breathless from the exertion, glowing from the heat of the passion they had created. Patrick released his hold on her butt, and fell forward slightly, resting his sweaty face in the valley between her breasts while I nuzzled her neck and gently caressed her face, brushing her hair away from her heavy-lidded eyes. As her breathing returned to normal, her moans faded away, and as she reached back to run her fingers through my hair she opened her eyes, kissed me softly, and sighed, "that was wonderful".
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I probably could have stayed there all night, holding Sharon in my arms, but with Patrick's weight on top of hers I started getting a little uncomfortable. So after a while, I started to move as if to get up, figuring that they might want to snuggle together in front of the fire. It didn't seem right to ask if I 'got a turn', so I figured that I'd go take care of my still-raging erection in the privacy of my own room.
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I slid out from beneath her shoulders, and lowered Sharon gently back down on the cushions of the couch. As she settled back, I could hear the sucking sound of her pussy as it reluctantly released its hold on Patrick's softening cock. But I noticed that her eyes were still on me, and she was smiling the most mischievous smile I'd ever seen. "Where are you going?” she asked. "Don't you have something you'd like to share with me?"
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Well, it really wouldn't have mattered what I said in response. Fact was, she could plainly see what I wanted to 'share' with her, as I stood beside the couch, it was sticking up from my groin at an angle, and was pretty much pounding out her name. She turned her face toward me, and before I knew what she was doing she had taken the head of my cock in her mouth, and began swirling the end of it with her tongue.
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After what seemed like hours …

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Lab Partners

Part-5-of-5

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After what seemed like hours of watching, the sensation of having her hot wet mouth wrapped around me was intense, to say the least. For the first time that evening, I was actually involved in the action, and I loved it. And as a bonus, I still got to watch. Feeling the soft surface of her tongue move against the underside of my glands, while seeing the head twitch against her parted lips, the overload on my senses made my knees weaken beneath me.
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Feeling me sway, Sharon motioned for me to lie on the floor next to the couch. Without releasing my cock from her mouth, she followed me down. I wound up lying on the rug in the opposite direction that she had been on the couch, which turned out to give her a pretty nice angle for what she wanted to do. She turned over slightly, so that she was lying on her side, and had both hands free. One of those hands wrapped itself around the base of my cock, and began softly stroking up and down. The other hand started caressing my balls, scraping my softest places so gently with her fingernails that it probably would have tickled if it hadn't felt so good, mean while never missing a beat with her mouth. Oh, that mouth. Her crimson lips had ripened with her arousal, and the sensation of her licking and kissing me was almost like being enveloped by a cloud, a warm moist cloud, with a wiggly tongue inside. I watched as her mouth opened to accept the whole head of my cock, and then watched it re-appear, glistening with her saliva, as she pulled her lips past the edge of my glands. Over and over, my aching cockhead slowly disappeared into that wonderful mouth, only to be chased out again by the dancing tip of her tongue.
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My hips start rising involuntarily (well mostly) as she licks me, and in response she begins bobbing her head up and down, taking more of me in her mouth with each stroke. This entrances me, absorbing it as if in a dream. While I feel every cell of my blood-engorged cock rising to her call, I also watch her lips and tongue move, see my cock shine in the firelight, and can hear the soft sucking noises made by her mouth as it moves up and down my length. Well lubricated with her saliva, the only friction I feel is that from the tension in her lips, and it is heavenly.
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Bit by bit she works her way down, until I can feel her nose bump gently against my balls. I am no great cocks man, but because I am built kind of thick (or have never been with the right woman) I have never been deep-throated before. I groaned in a mixture of pleasure and surprise as I felt, for the first time, the sensation of being held entirely in a woman's mouth.
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And hold me she did. Nostril flaring as she breathed, she simply held my length in her mouth, squeezing my root with her lips as my tip lay deep in her throat. I could feel her tongue swishing across the width of my shaft, and thought it couldn’t possibly get any better than that, and then it did. Somehow she started squeezing and relaxing the muscles of her throat, milking me with her mouth as she milked Patrick with her cunt. I don't know if she was swallowing or just moving her neck or what, all I know is that it felt incredible, and it made me cry out in pleasure.
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Slowly she withdrew allowing my shaft to slip from her mouth until just the tip remained. Replacing her hand around the base, she began sliding up and down my well-moistened cock, following her hand with her lips in coordinated motion. The heat, the sliding slickness, the pressure of her hand milking me into her mouth, it was too much stimulation for me to last very long. I began panting in rhythm with her motions, crying out when she squeezed or licked in a particularly luscious way.
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Just as I started to feel the sweet beginnings of release build up in my loins, she stopped and lifted her head sexy blond head. "Not so fast, lover" she said, and I thought I would die if she didn't continue.
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But when she turned around and began to straddle my waist, I started to think that maybe she might have a nice idea. Lying down on top of me, I could for the first time feel her beautiful tits press against my chest, and her nylon-sheathed thighs against my skin, two of my favorite things. She leaned forward and began to kiss me, licking my lips and teasing my tongue as her hips started to rise and fall over mine.
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Part of me was really enjoying the feeling of her writhing sensuously atop me, rubbing her body against mine, dragging her heavy breasts across my chest. But as soon as I felt the wet heat of her pussy rubbing against the shaft of my cock, I knew I had to have it. Now.
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Sharon rocked her hips back and forth, bathing the top surface of my hard-on with her juices, and rubbing her clit back and forth against the rim of my cockhead. I was gasping in delight at the feeling, and saw in her face that she was enjoying it too. After a moment, she captured the tip of me between her lips, and slowly impaled herself on it, her eyes locked on mine as she welcomed my thick member into her body.
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When she reached the bottom, she let out a sigh of pleasure. "Oh, god that feels good", she moaned. I would have agreed, if I had been able to form the words. Right then, however, the only part of me that I had any awareness of was buried inside her. Words can't describe what that pussy of hers felt like wrapped around me, it was hot and wet, tight, and grasping and squeezing me like a warm velvet glove.
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Propping herself up on her arms, she drew her legs up under her and began sliding her cunt up and down on my column. The change in her position somehow opened her up to me, and now I could actually feel her clit rub against my shaft as she made love to me. And because of her position, I found that I could now touch her from head to toe, an opportunity I quickly availed myself of. I ran my hands down the length of her sleek calves; gently squeezing and massaging her feet through the hose she still wore. Roaming up along her flexing thighs, I explored the elastic rim of her stockings, fascinated by the feel of the lace against her skin. With one hand, I roamed around to explore her clenching ass, sneaking a finger into the hot valley between her cheeks and teasing the rim of her asshole, eliciting a soft cry from her lips.
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I let her take the lead in our lovemaking, but I was far from passive. I kissed and sucked and bit her nipples each time they came within range, I tickled and touched and squeezed and pinched her hot flesh, and even gently slapped her ass as it pumped up and down on me. I sensed that she wanted to make this last a little bit, so I occupied myself with the oh-so-pleasant task of finding out which parts of her were the most sensitive, which made her squirm, which made her gasp.
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I noticed that she was looking up at Patrick's form on the couch, and smiling. After a momentary flash of petty jealousy subsided (hey, what's she doing looking at some other guy when she's got me inside her?), I followed her gaze and saw that Patrick had recovered somewhat, and was watching the two of us as I had earlier. Actually, more than watching. As I craned my neck to get a better look, I realized that he had been watching us for some time, for his cock was fully erect, and he was stroking it at the same pace as Sharon pumped up and down on me.
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Without missing a beat, Sharon leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock. I didn't mind, as it brought her tits up so that they enveloped my face in their billowy softness. Patrick scooted eagerly towards the edge of the couch, bringing himself within reach of her mouth, and as I watched in awe, she slid her mouth all the way down on his slender prick.
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Talk about your up-close views. Sue began giving Patrick the blowjob of his life, three inches from the tip of my nose. I could see her muscles working as she swirled and teased the head of his cock. She stopped riding up and down on me for a moment, as she concentrated on one dick at a time, and quickly fell into a rhythm.
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Holding him between her lips, she fucked her pussy down around me for several lingering strokes, until she had me gasping. Then she would pause her action, and while squeezing me from within, bobbed her head hungrily down onto Wayne's prong, forcing cries of delight from him. Back and forth she went, one then the other, fucking and sucking and licking and squeezing and pumping and licking.
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Hard as I tried, there was no way I could last under the onslaught of all this stimulation. I had it coming from every angle, the feeling of her pussy on my turgid cock, the sweet taste of her breasts in my mouth, the sounds and sights of the blowjob just over my head, even the smell of the cunt-spiced cum-juices she was eagerly licking off Patrick's cock.
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I started panting, and moaning, and I think it triggered Patrick, too. She stopped moving on me for a moment, shifting her full attention to the shaft in her mouth. Up and down, back and forth, she sucked and licked and stroked until she had Patrick groaning in delight, and still she went on. Reaching between his legs, she tickled his balls, and when the tip of her finger entered the tight ring of his ass, he exploded. At the instant she heard his cry, she took him all the way in her mouth and held him there, letting him fuck in and out slightly as his balls emptied into her throat. I saw the muscles under his shaft pulsing with his orgasm, and saw the muscles in her throat working to receive it, milking him, swallowing his seed, sucking out every last drop, and then, she gently released him from her grip, her smile glazed with his milky cum, and turned her attention back to me.
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"C'mon, lover, fuck me good" she whispered, as she started to squeeze me again. At that I moved my hands to her waist, and holding her firmly in place I began to buck my hips up off the carpet. If she wanted to get fucked, I was more than ready to do it. All the way out, and all the way back in, I slammed my cock into her with every ounce of energy I had. I could see from the look on her face that I was getting to her, her mouth dropped open, she started to pant as I bucked and fucked beneath her.
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Crouched on her hands and knees above me, she was almost motionless as my throbbing cock pistoned in and out of her from below. I knew I couldn't keep going for long at this pace. As I watched, I could see the beginning flush of her orgasm start to spread across her chest. She was panting, now, totally caught up in the sensations pulsing through her body. I was rapidly losing it, I could feel my long-delayed orgasm start to boil up from my balls, up, up, gathering speed as it cummed. I reached around and put the tip of my finger into her ass as I bit the nipple dangling hot and red in front of my face.
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I vaguely remember feeling every muscle in her body go taut as I started to come. I will never know if the first jet of come I fired into her cunt triggered her orgasm, or if the first contraction of her pussy triggered mine. Whatever the case, they coincided in an amazing nuclear conflagration of sexual pleasure. I pumped what felt like gallons of hot cum into the clasping bottomless pit of her womb, and the spasms rippling through her hungrily milked it out of me. I felt like I was so far inside her, I was going to see the head of my cock come out her mouth. I could feel every ripple of her orgasm, every flutter of her spasming cunt lips, and I suspect she could feel the pulsing of my cock. At least, from the squeals it sounded like she could. And finally, just before she collapsed in a sweaty and exhausted heap on top of me, panting and grinning, I felt a gentle kiss on the lips, and a quiet whisper in my ear....

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.rom Zeig by etexnsa